Day Five: Smallish Bears in the Wild

At the dinner table tonight, the smallest smallish bear lamented, “None of my parents understand what it’s like! They’re all the oldest and they don’t know what it’s like to be the youngest!”

A similar complaint to one of my own childhood, but in reverse. My parents were each the youngest and had no ears for my tirades about the annoying behavior of my sister. They seemed more amused at her tormenting me than anything else.

I am not much more sympathetic towards Lady Bug. “I know enough to know the youngest is obnoxious!” My laugh showed I was mostly teasing, I hope.

“I am NOT obnoxious,” she declared, thumping her mug onto the table.

“Then what are you?” Lima Bean’s older sister mothering face was in full effect.